Never Too Late (Fever's Edge #7) - Lynn Hagen Page 0,2

into some shady shit.

And since Shane was always dumb enough to track Damien down to try and stop him, he always put himself in what he suspected were illegal situations.

It was a miracle that Shane wasn’t behind bars already. He was constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mr. Danger turned and snarled. “Look, stop asking so many damn questions.”

“How would you feel if you were in my shoes?” Shane argued. “Once again Damien has pulled me into trouble, and now I’m being led away. I have no idea who you are, where we’re going, or what you’re going to do to me.”

“Alejandro,” the guy said as if he really didn’t want to give Shane his name. “My name is Alejandro Diego.”

“I’m Shane Blackburn.” He had to stop himself from sticking out his hand. He was pretty sure Alejandro would rather smack it than shake it.

“Yeah, you already said that upstairs.” Alejandro turned and started walking again, muttering to himself.

Shane couldn’t make out what Alejandro was saying, but he was dead certain the guy wasn’t reciting recipes or wishing for the day to cool off.

They made it to the main road. “Where’s your car?”

“You don’t have one?” Shane patted his pocket for his keys as sweat trickled down from his hair. What he wouldn’t give for air conditioning right now.

“God, will you stop with the questions?” Alejandro placed his hands on his hips, looking completely put out. “Just tell me where you parked.”

“You don’t have to be a dick,” Shane snapped. He couldn’t help it. He was already stressed out, and Alejandro’s surly attitude wasn’t helping. “I parked on the other side of the building.”

With a frustrated look, Alejandro turned and headed that way. Shane sighed. He wasn’t sure where Alejandro was taking him, but already the guy was wearing on his nerves.

At this point he didn’t care if Alejandro was human or other. He just wanted to be done with this.

When they rounded the corner, Alejandro stopped and stared at Shane’s car. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Shane looked around for trouble, but they were the only people outside.

Alejandro waved at the car. “It’s a goddamn pink Mini Cooper. I’m not driving that damn thing.”

“No one asked you to,” Shane retorted. “No one gets to drive my car, not even a scary henchman who could snap my neck in seconds flat.”

Alejandro started talking heatedly in what Shane suspected was Spanish. Finally, after about a good minute or two, Alejandro held out his hand. “Give me the keys.”

“No.” Shane crossed his arms. “I told you no one is driving her.”

“Look.” Alejandro moved closer, narrowing his eyes. “This has been a wreck of a day, and I just want to get out of here. Give me the fucking keys or—”

“I won’t like the consequences?” Shane walked to the driver’s door. “You can be the passenger. Just tell me where you want me to drop you off.”

Alejandro was on him in seconds, pinning Shane against the hood of his car. His face was so close that Shane could smell the guy’s minty breath. They stared at each other for a long moment, and Shane wasn’t sure if Alejandro was going to kiss him or kill him.

Shane swallowed roughly as Alejandro’s hand skimmed over Shane’s jeans. The movement was slow, almost teasing, as Alejandro reached into Shane’s pocket and pulled the keys out.

When Alejandro pulled away, Shane was left breathless.

“Get in,” Alejandro demanded. “And no more questions.”

With a huff, Shane got into the passenger seat and closed the door, still rattled at the closeness and the intensity of the situation. He scowled when Alejandro got in and slammed the driver’s door.

“Gentle, you barbarian.”

Alejandro had to adjust the seat. The guy pushed it all the way back because he was so damn tall. He started the Cooper and pulled away, heading down the road.

“Let me see your cell phone.”

“Why?” Shane asked.

“Just let me see it.”

Reluctantly, Shane handed it over and watched as Alejandro tossed it out the window.

“Why did you do that?” Shane looked behind him but didn’t see his phone on the ground anywhere.

“Don’t need anyone tracking you.”

What a freaking jerk. There was nothing Shane could do about his phone. It was lost on the road somewhere behind them.

Shane realized they were driving toward town. He’d gone there first to use the bathroom at some diner before he’d tracked down Damien, or at least where he’d thought his brother had been.

Where in the hell was Alejandro taking him, and would